matelassé silks

The row counter wraps back to zero when no more rows can be inserted.

those fatal guly dragons

At last he contrived to squeeze out one of his little hysterical tears, and drop it on her hand. Now, the girl was not butter, like some of her sex; far from it: but neither was she wood—indeed, she was not old enough for that—so this crocodile tear won her for the time being.